“WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE, WHERE’S MR. RABBIT????? what did you do with him?????”

Max wielded his sword violently.

As if expecting that exact reaction, Mr. Rato didn’t even flinch. He just continued to prepare the tea, calmly. After a few minutes, it was ready, and he served it in three cups and sat at the table.

“Max, it is a fact you shall hold down your blade after I explain that, indeed, in a way, it was ME the one to capture your friend…”

And before Meryl could even think the action of exclaiming furiously, he raised his hand, interrupting it.

“But you must understand that it wasn’t THIS version of me.”

“pff, this does not make any sense???”

“Really? Would you like to explain how did you see yourselves running after Mr. Rabbit just a few minutes ago?”

“well…”

“Precisely. So, while it would be satisfying to take the path of ruthless violence, I believe it would be wiser to listen to someone who, in what appears to be, have a broader understanding of the situation than you. In fact, this is what you are gonna do, now.”

And reluctancly, they setted down. Max hold the sword steady, however, as if expecting just the propitius time to use it. Not that this affected Mr. Rato in anyway.

“Perfect. Now, why don’t you drink a bit?”

And, despite finding the whole situation A LITTLE BIT SUSPICIOUS, they drank it anyway (it was not like they had CHOICE, to begin with).

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